“Shit, another one?” Beck muttered under his breath, a flash of apprehension washing over his face as he read the news blog talking about the official found dead on his phone.

His jaw tightened as he stared at the screen. “Can’t wait for them to get that fucking Voss next, though,” he hissed as he lowered his phone.

He pressed his fingers into his eyelids with a tired sigh before dropping his phone, looking back down at the laptop balanced precariously on his lap. 

He cringed as ...